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The joyful chorus of spring peepers was a reassuring sound. The world at large might be chaotic, but as far as our sweet amphibian neighbors were concerned, it was time for exuberant romance. It always amazes me how creatures the size of my thumbnail could fill the evening with their songs. The rain continues here in northeast Wisconsin, but at least it's not freezing. Conditions today are wet with a side of wet. The ducks and frogs are thrilled, as evidenced by the happy quacking during the day and lively trilling at night. The chickens are not as thrilled, but my eldest moved them to their summer run last night, so they've taken to exploring their new digs in between the storms. The summer run is higher ground that the winter run, so they have less mud to contend with, as is their preference. In our climate, we prefer to keep the hens in an insulated coop for winter. Once temps reliably get above freezing (for the most part) we have portable coops in other areas of the yard. This gives the main run a chance to recover, and allows the ladies more variety in their grazing. The first thing they did after barreling out the doors this morning was start tucking in grass. I went to a bridal shower yesterday for a lovely young lady. It reminded me that this getting older business is still strange at times. I can remember the bride to be as a child, leading a rather large bull around the yard by sheer force of will, not muscle. The bull knew who he was required to follow, even though the human in front of him look slight enough that a strong wind might carry her away. (Even then, the young lady was tough as nails, and neither the wind nor the bull stood a chance.) When you're old enough to witness multiple generations going through the transitions of life, it changes your perspective. Many things that seemed so pressing in younger years no longer demand top priority, while other things that once slipped by barely noticed give you pause. This will sound strange, but as I was sitting at the gathering, I had an urge to shift to a squat position, because I'd been sitting too long. I watched this video earlier in the week about how your chair is aging you, and now I keep rolling around in my head how much more flexible I used to be. (Note - the video probably uses AI, but the content is reasonable.) I'm not ready to give up my desk yet, but I have started making more of an effort to squat, kneel, and sit on the floor. Hanging out with the neighbor kids, they do these things without thinking. I want to regain some of that mobility. I figure as long as I'm breathing, there's room for improvement. This brings us to the sit-to-rise test. The sit-to-rise test is a simple way to assess overall mobility, strength, balance, and flexibility. How it works:
Scoring (0–10 scale):
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It’s quick, requires no equipment, and gives a good snapshot of how well your body can handle everyday movement. This Week’s Resilience & Abundance Boost
Resilience isn’t just mindset or food storage — it’s how well our bodies carry us through daily life. All our best to you and yours, Laurie (and August IV, August V, and Duncan) This week's featured articles...I was talking to a friend of mine about UTIs (Urinary Tract Infections), and decided to put together a list of home remedies for treating and preventing UTIs. With gardening season getting underway, I figured it was also a good time to update our lotion bar recipe article. These lotion bars are great for hard working hands. These homemade wheat thins are easy to make and have a satisfying crunch. When you're planting the garden, you may want to tuck a little chamomile in along an edge. It's a wonderful soothing herb, and it's great companion plant, attracting pollinators and parasitic wasps. We have a full chamomile guide for growing and use here. |
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The flowers of the blue-eyed grass were scattered about the semi-wild areas of the yard, like specks of deep blue sky fallen to the earth. As quickly as they appeared, they vanished, making way for summer blooms like birdsfoot trefoil and dame's rocket. Nature's artwork was ever-changing, making each walk through the yard a new adventure for those who paid her heed. We had old friends over for a visit on Memorial Day, sharing a meal and hanging out in the south yard fishing in the big pond...
She hummed her way around the yard in a seemingly haphazard pattern, while in truth, her flight was guided by knowledge and purpose. Some days she worked her traplines, visiting the same flowers in the morning and afternoon because she knew the nectar would be replenished. Other days she was led to new harvests by ultraviolet nectar guides on flowers that acted as miniature landing strips, or by changes in fragrance denoting peak nutrient value. One day she might seek out specific herbs for...
The sound started slowly, like an engine sputtering after long disuse. Soon, the thin frame warmed to the effort, and the stray cat started weaving in and out around my ankles as I scritched her matted fur. She'd been so scared when we first spotted her, thin as a rail, hunting around the edges of the yard. Then she got closer and attempted eating the duck chow. We didn't need another cat, but she needed us, and so began the slow process of winning her trust. Food, clean water, a safe place...